收聽Shyheim的Crime Story (Explicit)歌詞歌曲

Crime Story (Explicit)

Shyheim1999年6月22日

Crime Story (Explicit) 歌詞

 

Feat Superb

Yo

Yo yo yo yo

Crime Story the title I gotta get it however whenever

All my n***as know

Whoever wherever

They live the streets

Never go down Never go down

Follow me up one time like my man Poppy Da you know

I'm wit you son I'm wit you

Time for some action it was June first me and my Co' we ran up

On a check casher on Tonka's and raw I told her

Tell it on that funny with the money cuz the money ain't yours

We got twenty hostages I'm ready to die for this

Squig said She movin too slow I'm ready to pop this b***h

Then he shot the b***h and we had to move quick

Grab the cash money and foodstamps and jetted towards the whip

Jump started the vehicle drove a block or two

Looked in the rearview noticed the boys in blue

Then I bust a u turn you could smell the rubber burn

I dusted 'em like a wet bag of sherms

AHHH

Went Uptown slowed down and made a left at the light

Started flowin unboared then she lept

STOP STOP STOP

Up in front of 27th warrant we ran up in the buildin

Bid with two duffle bags but at least I had it big

We came off

Ran up in the crib shut the door the sweat started pourin

That's when I heard the sirens roarin

Yo f**k the sirens son we came off we blastin

Any n***a come in here we comin through ah like

We do the same s**t in my projects

Loungin listenin to Flex just thinkin of crime

In the hard times n***as I know sell dimes

Some used to snort dimes and do robberies

Come out with your hands up We have you surrounded

Heard it over boom horn one officer shouted

I said This is it son is you 'bout it See you in Hell

Looked my man in the eyes we started bustin off shells

Goin all out backin the ATF down 52 days they Nicorette style

They got the sharpshooters out on the project roof

It's 12 o'clock noon the old lady yelled Don't shoot

Then I heard a shot my heart stopped

Then my man dropped I f**ked with the glock

Yo what the f**k

And got timed by four cops

They cuffed me up f**ked me up brought me to the precinct

Ain't feedin me all weekend all I was doin was thinkin

I blew trial

D**n

And they threw the book at me and I'm still readin

You could hear the stories over and over in the hood

Got to live to regret if I could take it back I would

We planned to be like this we both dead

I hung it up cuz I couldn't hold my head

Yo these streets is terrible son

We do the same s**t in my projects

Loungin listenin to Flex just thinkin of crime

In the hard times n***as I know sell dimes

Some used to snort dimes and do stick ups dunn

For real without that we all be starvin

 

Crime without that we all be starvin